Your tribe is like that
I can smell your scent from afar
Friends come and go and some come back
Your name is a striped cat
Your true nature is a lot of color
But I don't sure
Your ways are stale
Let it die.. even die
Empire - empire - your empire
Whenever the time
Whenever the time will be destroyed
Popular bait, dreams of your tactics
You snot-nosed boys eat your food
But I'm not sure that your way is stale
What's already but grudges
The longer I keep it, the stronger I hold it
Friends come and go and some come back

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